“I know, it’s been a while. I don’t even know if this is still your number.”

Little wheezings like blood in lungs.

“Funny thing, but I won’t get into it, kind of don’t have a lot of time you know.”

Some silence, some more silences peppered throughout.

“I think I’m dying, Carl. In fact I know I am. I’m in this goddamn car crash and there is literally something stabbing me in the heart or kidneys right now I think. I won’t get into it but I’m dying that’s for sure and there is no one around to— ”

A dying away of voice, like some silences, a breath of rattling suspense to sustain the small amount of life slipping away like water in cupped hands.

“Anyway Carl, have a good life, huh? I loved you a lot. That’s all I wanted to say.”